1. Get out the cordless sweeper. Check.
2. Clean up the dirt. Check.
3. Clean up the dirt again. Check.
4. Clean up the dirt yet again. Check.
At that point I gave up.
My husband works on the Habitat for Humanity house every Saturday. Every Saturday he comes home with his work shoes caked with mud and he leaves them by the door. And he doesn't put them on again until he is ready to leave the house the next Saturday.
But not this Saturday.
No.
THIS Saturday, after putting on his now dry-and-caked-with-clods-of-dirt shoes, he walked around the house gathering things that he still needed to load into the truck. And he left those clods of dirt everywhere he walked -- EVERYWHERE. I followed him around for several minutes with the cordless sweeper, trying to get the worst of it as he searched for his things.
He thought I was a lunatic.
But I didn't want the clumps of dirt to get ground into the floors or the carpeting.
In the end, I had to give up and wait until he'd kissed me goodbye and driven away in his pickup (taking #7 with him today, so I've got the house to myself -- bonus! But I digress...).
I went over the whole main floor and the stairs A-GAIN, and finally got it all.
And now, on to the laundry, the spaghetti sauce, and a little grocery shopping. Because that's the rest of my to-do list.
Happy Saturday!
- Catherine
4 comments:
My hubby does the same thing. Puts his shoes on and then wanders around the house getting the stuff that he needs. I don't get it. But the dustbuster does get a good workout after these incidents. LOL.
My goodness...that was a challenge. Blessings.
Susan
"House to myself" is indeed a huge bonus! Hope it was a good day, despite the extra clean-up.
I love the Garrison Keillor quote on your sidebar about marriage! And following your husband around the house with your sweeper! I'm laughing -- with you of course. It's a never-ending job, isn't it? So glad I stopped by!
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